The man, half squatting, was beating her legs. There was still a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. It was either because of happiness, but because he thought of something else.
Squinting her eyes, Consuela thought for a moment and reminded, "Do you know what you should do when you go to my house tomorrow?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man grabbed her nose. She raised her eyes and saw his deep eyes. The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "What's wrong? You've learned to order me?"
"No, no, no. I just don't want my parents to be sad." Consuela pouted her lips. She looked like to cry, which annoyed him.
Richie raised his hand and patted her back uneasily. He sighed and smiled, "Don't worry. I've investigated your parents' hobbies and interests."
'I will pretend to be a good son-in-law tomorrow to make them pleased.'
"Now I suddenly realize that you are actually a very good man." Although he had investigated the people around her again, what he did this time was reasonable.
Suddenly, she felt a light flick on her head. She wanted to jump up, but he held her tight in his arms. Sighing in pain, she asked, "Why did you hit my head?"
If it wasn't for something important tomorrow, she really wanted to let this man know how hard her teeth were
"I thought I had always been a glamorous man in your eyes, but I didn't expect that I would I was just like this. It really makes me sad."
"You..." That was enough.
When the woman bowed her head, the rest of the words she had to say were choked in the mouth. She smiled flatteringly and hid herself in a comfortable corner.
A gust of cool wind blew, and she had finished what she wanted to say. Suddenly, she felt a little tired. She did not raise her head and said to the man, 'It's time to test your physical strength. Strong man, please carry me to sleep."
With his head lowered, Richie gritted his teeth and said seductively, "How about sleeping with you?"
Not knowing if the reason was because of the attractive minty scent
had postponed it several times, the man who wanted to make a good impression on her parents must have been impossible. She didn't think it was a good idea to let her father and mother like him by such a little trick. To please the two, she felt that there was no way.
"Did you always speak ill of me behind my back when you are at home?" Richie asked with a smile.
She got up from the bed, scratched her hair and said, "You think too much. Your appearance is poor. It's completely black without my speaking ill of you."
She paused for a moment. Being afraid that he might suddenly repent and do not want to face her parents who might be difficult to him, she quickly added, "It's nothing serious actually. As long as you make your mouth sweet and behave well this time, it should be fine."
His hands that were tying his tie paused a bit, and he looked up at the woman who was saying it happily. There was a hint of coldness in his voice.
"Are you asking me to be a lackey?"
"Haha," said Consuela
Under his eager gaze, she immediately pulled a serious face and denied, "I'm just teaching you to be a good son-in-law."
The man tied up his tie, walked to the bedside, and patted her shoulder heavily. He said with a false smile, "You don't have the experience of being a son-in-law. Don't talk nonsense here."
After saying that, he left.